Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Papua New Guinea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kurtis Blow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Blancmange,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
The Music Machine,
Howard Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erasure,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
Yellowson,
E-Dancer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
Danielle Patucci,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gories,
Stetsasonic,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Associates,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lungfish,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
David Bowie,
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
Cecil Taylor,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visage,
Aural Exciters,
Althea and Donna,
Funky Four + One,
Prince Buster,
Gichy Dan,
Little Man,
Thompson Twins,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.